Every situation in life is temporary. So, when life is good, make sure you enjoy it and live it fully. And when life isn’t so great, remember it won’t last forever and better days are on the way…

There are days when everything seems to fall into place.

You wake up in a good rhythm, the coffee is strong, the air is light, your plans are smooth.

And just when you start to breathe a little deeper, thinking maybe things are finally working out —

a message pops up.

A call. An email. A knock on the door.

And boom — the whole day flips.

Who will it be this time? The lawyer, the accountant, the guy upstairs with the plumbing issue, or that person who still hasn’t figured out how not to be a walking disaster?

You stop asking “why me?” and start wondering “who’s next?” — because peace, apparently, is something you have to fight for.

And there are days — let’s not pretend — when you just want to disappear.

Turn off your phone. Throw it out the window.

Vanishing sounds better than explaining.

You don’t want advice. You don’t want drama.

You just want silence. Space. A world that doesn’t ask for anything, just lets you breathe.

Let’s be honest: sometimes it doesn’t feel true.

When you’re in the middle of the storm, light feels like a myth.

You look at yourself in the mirror and think, “Will this really pass?”

And meanwhile, you grit your teeth, mute your emotions, smile to avoid questions.

But yes — it will pass.

Everything does.

Even when you don’t see it. Even when you don’t want it. Even when it hurts like hell.

So when life is good, don’t ask for permission.

Live it. Use it up. Get messy with joy.

Because those moments don’t repeat. They don’t wait. They don’t apologize.

They’re only alive when you meet them with every part of who you are.

And when life isn’t good?

When everything breaks, slips away, falls apart?

Then remember this:

👉 Pain lies.

It tells you it’ll last forever. But it’s just a temporary thief — it steals your breath, not your soul.

So keep going. In silence. In pieces. With no one watching.

Because sometimes persistence isn’t heroic — it’s the only form of self-love we have left.

Scars aren’t shame.

They’re proof you survived something that tried to kill you quietly.

And you’re still here.

Silvia ❤️